Let's see what other skiers, who acutally KNOW dumont think bout him.
Taken from symms blog.
Dumont Wins Again
November 13, 2008, 9:54 PM
By: John Symms
photo horiz resized horiz photo
Simon
Dumont has spent the last six months on the verge of a nervous
breakdown. Despite myriad achievements in competitive halfpipe skiing
and a recent eclipse of
the world quarterpipe height record, he can't seem to convince the public that he is not just, as they say, a pipe skier.
It's driving the poor little guy crazy.
Photo: Chip Kalback
Tim Russell lying in his wake, The Dumont now has rail master Matt Walker (pictured) in his sights.
Since Keystone's opening day, Simon has been dilligently hiking rails and playing PIG with local rail skiers (
more well rounded skiers? lqtm) in an effort to shed his unidimensional reputation. Today's PIG game pitted Dumont against
Tim Russell,
an esteemed and accomplished rail skier. The match started amid heavy
tension built up from days of Simon's friends and roommates assuring
him that he "could never beat Dad." Simon started the game, and the
day, off with a switch lipslide (I hate saying "lipslide," but there's
no equally concise term available) to inward 270. Tim easily replicated
Simon's trick, and subsequently matched Simon's
K-Fed.
For the moment, it seemed that neither competitor would win this
contest with ease. However, over the next few tricks, Dumont quickly
trumped Russell with a 270 on to switchup to switch, a switch tails
over (hmm, might want to find a better name for that one) to inward 270
out, and a switch tails over to switch, all unanswered.
The
similarity of his last two tricks might seem a little petty to some,
but to The Dumont, a win is a win. And any win feels good. Really good.
So good that for the last six hours, he's been celebrating with
jubilation that I myself reserve for winning scratch tickets, new
Mountain Dew Commercials,
and the happy resolutions to romantic comedies. After Simon's big win,
he took a late lunch at some average Summit County eatery. He requested
a table for six, so that his ego would have its own chair after
everybody in the group of five was seated. After ordering himself a
Grey Goose and ginger ale, and proudly announcing that he'd "earned
it," Dumont periodically patted his ego on the head. In a subtle twist
of irony, Simon's ego, although unquestionably inflated by the day's
conquest, looked to be roughly 5' 4", based on where Simon's laudatory
head pats were landing.
A little fuller, a little prouder, and a
little more a rail skier after his first big win of the season, Simon
left the restaurant with his head held high (relatively). "It felt
great to great to get a win under my belt today," says Dumont,
"especially against somebody who I always used to think of as a good
rail skier." To continue his celebration, he recited all the words to
"Gangsta's Paradise," by Coolio, and some Biggie song that I don't
remember the name of. He also sang along with about half of "Still
D.R.E.," but couldn't quite finish it before getting home.
He's
currently pumping his fists in the air, and telling everybody to ask
Tim how his PIG game went today. Tim, on the other hand, feels a little
down in the dumps at the moment.
